Our guide, who introduced himself during the mid-morning breakfast session, called on us to load our luggage on to the appropriate shuttle-bus for the onward journey to Tortuguero – he was a little bemused by the fact our family had none. We were soon on our way for the next leg. It was a bit like “Wagons Roll!” as all the buses set off in convoy down the road. Our guide explained that some of the roads were so rough it was worthwhile that they all stick together, in case one broke down. Sections of the road were a bit dodgy to say the least. (Our return ride, after our stay at Tortuguero, was delayed by an hour because of a landslide.)
After what seemed like an age, we arrived at a sort of inland river port – where we were put aboard a covered flat bottom boat equipped with a meaty looking outboard engine. We were asked to don life-vests before setting off down the river at a fair rate of knots towards our ‘hotel’.
Many of this type of boat filled with orange clad tourists zipped up and down the river at ‘changeover’ time.
Lop eared cattle seemed to be the main breed in this part of Costa Rica – I guess these arrived by boat too.
A little bit of excitement when a young fawn was seen swimming across the wide river in front of us – everyone was relieved when we watched it struggle ashore – crocs and caiman are present in the rivers hereabouts.
.. and a kingfisher staring into space…. a bit weird, but who’s to know the mind of kingfisher!
How Hill Tower near Wallerthwaite, North Yorkshire. I’ve learnt the tower sits on the site of the ‘Chapel of Saint Michael de Monte’. It was built 1718-23, by John Aislabie (he was expelled from the House of Commons, where he had been appointed as Chancellor of the Exchequer, after being found guilty of the ”most notorious, dangerous and infamous corruption”). (wiki)
…. Always interesting to follow things up…..!
I was out on my bicycle this morning. I’d looked at the map before I started out and thought I had a fair idea of the route. But when I found myself on a main A road it was clear I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. I turned off the road at the next available turning in the direction I wanted to go. Although it was signposted as a cul-de-sac, I decided to venture forth – it’s often the case that the country roads round here end up as a permissive farm track of some form or other. I happened upon an old guy walking his dog and stopped to ask if I could get through to a road if I continued down the track – he gave me directions, this way and that and up the hill and then take a sharp left down the concrete road. I continued on my way after thanking him and wishing him a good walk. When I saw this scene, with the leaf covered track and Autumn colours, I just had to stop and take a shot. I think you can guess I was quite pleased to take a wrong turn. (The full size version shows evident of camera shake – a body trying to hold a camera still isn’t going to be helped by a racing heart that’s trying to push blood through older arteries!)